1989
๐ต 1496 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:01 duration
๐ ID: 1965101
๐ Lyrics
Spent the night in three drinks time
Where the bars were full it was summertime
Punks were hangin out in the park
While someone practised electric guitar
We drank some homemade wine
Now my heads not straight
So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
Half expecting to catch a sight
Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
La la la la la laaaaa
Feel the sea like the blood is shed
As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
Well I spent the night in three drinks time
Bars were full there was no closing time
Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
Now everyone's waiting for the band to start
La la la la la laaaaaa
(Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
Woohoo woohoo woohoo
Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
And see what such grand stories
He's in the right to the left wing
He tries so hard
But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
The singers blood runs cold like the spree
But not this girl not when she was 19
It was 1989
Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
Where the bars were full it was summertime
Punks were hangin out in the park
While someone practised electric guitar
We drank some homemade wine
Now my heads not straight
So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
Half expecting to catch a sight
Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
La la la la la laaaaa
Feel the sea like the blood is shed
As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
Well I spent the night in three drinks time
Bars were full there was no closing time
Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
Now everyone's waiting for the band to start
La la la la la laaaaaa
(Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
Woohoo woohoo woohoo
Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
And see what such grand stories
He's in the right to the left wing
He tries so hard
But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
The singers blood runs cold like the spree
But not this girl not when she was 19
It was 1989
Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.11] Spent the night in three drinks time
[00:15.67] Where the bars were full it was summertime
[00:18.91] Punks were hangin out in the park
[00:21.32] While someone practised electric guitar
[00:24.54] We drank some homemade wine
[00:25.94] Now my heads not straight
[00:27.31] So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
[00:30.25] Half expecting to catch a sight
[00:33.08] Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
[00:36.03] La la la la la laaaaa
[00:47.96] Feel the sea like the blood is shed
[00:49.95] As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
[00:53.09] Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
[00:56.12] Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
[00:58.46] Well I spent the night in three drinks time
[01:01.47] Bars were full there was no closing time
[01:04.55] Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
[01:07.37] Now everyone's waiting for the band to start
[01:10.30] La la la la la laaaaaa
[01:21.87] (Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
[01:33.33] Woohoo woohoo woohoo
[01:44.50] Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
[01:47.17] Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
[01:50.45] Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
[01:53.02] By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
[01:55.70] Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
[01:58.85] Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
[02:01.71] The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
[02:04.47] And see what such grand stories
[02:07.51] He's in the right to the left wing
[02:10.06] He tries so hard
[02:11.58] But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
[02:13.29] The singers blood runs cold like the spree
[02:15.67] But not this girl not when she was 19
[02:18.60] It was 1989
[02:24.63] Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
[02:59.21]
[00:15.67] Where the bars were full it was summertime
[00:18.91] Punks were hangin out in the park
[00:21.32] While someone practised electric guitar
[00:24.54] We drank some homemade wine
[00:25.94] Now my heads not straight
[00:27.31] So I lean for a minute on a cemetery gate
[00:30.25] Half expecting to catch a sight
[00:33.08] Of the dead Russian soldiers marching into the night
[00:36.03] La la la la la laaaaa
[00:47.96] Feel the sea like the blood is shed
[00:49.95] As the dawn rubs up against our aching head
[00:53.09] Girls light up pull there hoods up tight
[00:56.12] Stuck the money in your bra that you made last night
[00:58.46] Well I spent the night in three drinks time
[01:01.47] Bars were full there was no closing time
[01:04.55] Punks comparing tattoos and their scars
[01:07.37] Now everyone's waiting for the band to start
[01:10.30] La la la la la laaaaaa
[01:21.87] (Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from)
[01:33.33] Woohoo woohoo woohoo
[01:44.50] Oh the camera pulls away to show a hidden alleyway
[01:47.17] Of broken bags and dreams by Turkish cafes
[01:50.45] Where the dirty little pigeon played his inner puddle
[01:53.02] By the drip drip drip of an emptying bottle
[01:55.70] Of champagne perched on top of a half bombed church
[01:58.85] Seeing angels who hear our wounds that make no sounds
[02:01.71] The bird flies out to meet the hopes of the dream
[02:04.47] And see what such grand stories
[02:07.51] He's in the right to the left wing
[02:10.06] He tries so hard
[02:11.58] But falls back to earth to the filth of the yard
[02:13.29] The singers blood runs cold like the spree
[02:15.67] But not this girl not when she was 19
[02:18.60] It was 1989
[02:24.63] Its alright if it all goes wrong in this cold lone city no one knows where your from
[02:59.21]